Têtes Raides is a French group whose music reunites elements of french poet… Read Full Bio ↴Têtes Raides is a French group whose music reunites elements of french poetry, theater, visual arts and the Big Top circus antics to create a very particular brand of contemporary french folk rock.
The group was founded in Paris during the 1980s. Originally, they played music heavily influenced by the punk movement and depended on electric instruments. Their third album featured Anne-Gaëlle, a classically trained cellist, and marked a turning point in the group’s music toward a more acoustic sound. The group’s later efforts misleadingly took shape of casual folk songs while actually using stunning musical arrangements, experimental soundscapes and poetic lyrics rife with very dark humor.
Listeners find the influence of classic French musicians like Jacques Brel, Georges Brassens and Les Négresses Vertes.
The group was founded in Paris during the 1980s. Originally, they played music heavily influenced by the punk movement and depended on electric instruments. Their third album featured Anne-Gaëlle, a classically trained cellist, and marked a turning point in the group’s music toward a more acoustic sound. The group’s later efforts misleadingly took shape of casual folk songs while actually using stunning musical arrangements, experimental soundscapes and poetic lyrics rife with very dark humor.
Listeners find the influence of classic French musicians like Jacques Brel, Georges Brassens and Les Négresses Vertes.
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Têtes Raides Lyrics
Bestiaire J'ai un chat dans mon moteur Qui m'donne le ton et…
Cozette C'est froid là ce matin Quand tu l'as pris par la…
Emily Au café d'la marine Y a un cap'tain Il a le sang…
Ginette La mer ça ne s'invente pas Et nous on crève à…
Gino sortant d'un bar de trop il perdit son oiseau c'est drôle qu…
L'amour tombe des nues Un samedi du Moyen-Age Une sorcière qui volait Vers le sabba…
L'Hermaphrodite Même si j'ai la gueule ostensiblement pas portée au pinacle …
La Religieuse Merde je viens de marcher Sur une religieuse Une mine en cho…
Le Théâtre Des Poissons Tous les bateaux Ne reviennent pas au port Y a ceux qui…
Les Papiers Si l'on ne jetait plus nos papiers dans les rues Le…
Mille façons Quand tous les tambours Résonneront Quoi répondront ? Qua…
Viens ! Tiens v'là ton chien qui passe comme si rien n'avait n'avait…
Zigo J'ai prêté la Provence Aux enfants de Berlin Mais tu fais …